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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.

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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Fall Heart Kiss Moment
We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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Adventure Experience Hold Known Simplicity
What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Beautiful Dreams Love Reality Sleep
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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Beautiful Forever Luxury Lying Myself Sound Sweet
In the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
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Forget Love Hands Hold Promise Sun Yourself
Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story
Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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Future Myself People Stranger
The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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Fire Guitar Reminder Softness Sound Summer Unison Voice
I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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Feeling Fire Moments Place
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Embrace Finding Page Peace Sound

My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.

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